The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

52 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
On Onondaga's dimpled breast,
The limpid wells of Seneca,
Cayuga's floods it lightly pressed ;
Where Skaneateles' ripples play,
Where Canandaigua's billows toss,
On bright Owasco, blushing blue,
Oneida fleeting far across,
Still on that magic Chee-maun drew.
To where the Mohawk's rushing tides
By vaster woods and mountains flee ;
Or where the wider Hudson glides,
Goes hastening to the briny sea ;
Still seeking far, or strange or new,
A fairer land, a brighter bourne,
Fled wonder-winged that light canoe
Like arrow from the bow of Morn.
And swifter than that barky barge
Went tidings of his name and fame ;
And to the Council flaming large,
From far his tawny people came
With hearts elate, intent to know
The growing wonder ;
learn with awe
The mystery of the hunter-bow,
And how to hold, and how to draw.